My carin terrier can play ball with my one year old. He uses his paws to bounce it to her. He also has figured out how to open doors, sneak food from my kids, and kill rabbits without my wife finding the carcasses. Oh, and he will guard the kids with his life.
Not saying he is smarter than a wolf, but he has figured out things quite well to live a good life.
Seven *loves* to play fetch.
Instead of handing me the ball, she “spits” it at me with amazing velocity and accuracy.
When her ball gets all slippery from her slobbers, she sometimes starts to drop it but quickly flips her head around and presses it back into her jaws firmly, using leverage against her arm/shoulder/chest.
Her ability to retrieve balls that roll under the furniture is uncanny.
Amazing dexterity and almost “hand like” use of her toes and paws.
She will play with a particular ball and sometimes ‘spits’ over my head and it rolls behind the sofa.
No matter how many other balls, exactly like it, that I offer her, so I don’t have to get up and move the furniture *again*, she will go look at where it went and bark endlessly until I get *that one*.
Often, I think she only *thinks* her ball went missing but after extensive searching, she has never been proven wrong.
If she “says” her ball is behind something, no matter how much I cannot see it, it *will* be there.
My youngest JRT now aged 7 , has always been a fierce ball player.
Hoot had glaucoma and has had to have both eyes removed.
He still plays ball but the rules have changed. I can’t throw it as far as before and he has to be close enough to hear it bounced. He runs to the sound and snatches it up so quickly that if you didn’t know better you would think he could see it.